Three 6 Mafia
Three 6 Mafia - One Hitta Quitta songtekst
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Yeah Mother Fuckers Pussy Niggaz Get the fuck out right now Real Niggaz put your fist in your mother fucking hand Like this it's going down This is for my GD's and my C-R-I-P's My vice lord's and B-L double O-D's This is for my GD's and my C-R-I-P's My vice lord's and B-L double O-D's [Chorus] I got that one hitta quitta that one hitta quitta quitta One hitta quitta that one hitta quitta Nigga find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out Find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out I got that one hitta quitta that one hitta quitta quitta One hitta quitta that one hitta quitta Nigga find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out Find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out [D.J. Paul] A nigga knocked out as soon as I stepped throught the door I guess they thought we playing but i guess they didn't know We started kicking ass drunk off ass kicking potion Cause left mean deff even in slow motion Im gone break a nigga jaw break the fucking law Break him down raw break nigga all yall If a nigga violate you in the club It aint shit ot talk about clock his ass out [Frayser Boy] I never try to move fast I just stick to the script If a nigga talking shit, hit that bitch in the lip You got somthing to say about me You niggas wanna doubt me You mad cause I get the cash then a nigga out You won half of the bar nigga fuckin pay that Kinda hectec when I disrespectite never played that But it's cool you got to realize somthing these niggas fake Its kinda like everything I love another nigga hate [Chorus] [Juicy J] Fuck these bitches ima pull this glock on Nigga come wrong he gon half to get popped on Fool acting hard he been listning to da pac song Don't let this rap music get your dome knocked on Maybe knocked in with some friends holding bright crome Think we playing witcha boy nigga bring it on (y'all) Studio gangsta probly gonna hit you with the microphone Coward ass bitch gon be sleeping with the lights on [Lil Wyte] Im not a gangsta but this shit is for the Crips and the bloods Gd's vice lords and white boys come claiming to be thugs I got a one hitta quitta nigga he aint bettin On these boney knuckles and all The things you'll soon be regreting I have a closed captioned Marijuana treated brain Meaning when you hit the ground I'll spill it out across the screen Round one and Wyte ain't got no choice To beat the compition Let that mother fucker swing And show that bitch what he been missing [Chorus] [Crunchy Black] I got a one hitta quitta for any nigga talking shit You talk shit they find your body in the ditch Aint nothing going on but that triple six And hypnotize fucking minds can you handle it You in the club trying to show off in front of a bitch I beat you down and throw the fuckin six And go outside and get the extra clip We make an example out of you nigga don't be next bitch [Lord Infamous] You get desert eagle beat til your cranium leak Scarecrow the sandman Double R fucking sleep When I pull this unit it's intensive care unit And I steal your blood type so they can't transfuse it War war vet hear the blay! hit the deck Kaiser Soze, usual suspect With a one hitta quitta and some shit to disfigure In your hospital room to finish you off nigga [Chorus] This is for my GD's and my C-R-I-Ps My vice lords and B-L double O-D's This is for my GD's and my C-R-I-Ps My vice lords and B-L double O-D's This is for my GD's and my C-R-I-Ps My vice lords and B-L double O-D's This is for my GD's and my C-R-I-Ps My vice lords and B-L double O-D's